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Whats up man? |
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[Lynch] Whats that? |
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Its that prozac |
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[Lynch] How many - how many milligrams is that? |
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Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys |
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[Lynch] Let me get some of that. I NEED it |
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Hahaha... Shit. What the ****s wrong with you boy. Whats up.. |
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[Chorus] |
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See - my mind ain't right - I got personal issues |
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues |
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Cause they won't find your body - shine your lobby |
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With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery |
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[Verse 1] |
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Last night ran in your spot - blinded the other three |
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Talkin to my A-K forty seven like cover me |
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I'm goin' in - here I go again |
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Back to ****in' with that O-8 English mixed with gin |
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Back to tuckin' shit thats cold make things rip your chin |
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Crack your dome I'm takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with cocaine |
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No brain - nigga it ain't no thang to |
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Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who |
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Wanna **** with me - the psycho of the city |
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I spit poison like poison boy back in the eighties |
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And it ain't pretty - the Sacramento Frank Nitty |
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The black version - all you heard is the Mac burstin' |
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[Chorus] |
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues |
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues |
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues |
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues |
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Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby |
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With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery |
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Six minutes to get in and out - play time |
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Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin' |
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[Verse 2] |
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See somethin' ain't right - I'mma need some prozac nigga |
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Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks nigga |
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Smokin' on a pack of cigarettes and malt liquor |
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Put your brains on a plate for dinner - like Dr. Lector |
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Red spot your sweats up - only one slice and your necks cut |
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Squirtin' out that red stuff - all over your dinette stuff |
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Drippin' into your living room - Im dippin' through your stash |
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Wheres my cash - don't make me take it out your ass |
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Don't make me take it out on your family - **** your thug homies |
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Who mug on me - I plug homies with slugs homie |
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Thought you really knew me but you - don't even know me |
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All you know is I drink O-E - thats from the songs nigga |
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You ****in' with the wrong nigga bout to get touched up |
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Like car paint - O-E and weed - is how my breath stank |
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Spittin' at your war tank - for the more bank |
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Thats the only reason what you niggaz think - I got problems |
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[Chorus] |
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues |
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues |
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues |
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues |
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Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby |
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With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery |
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Six minutes to get in and out - play time |
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Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin' |
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(shhhhh) |
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[Verse 3] |
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Post your comments here - on my mother****in' nutsack |
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So **** that nigga - I put his guts in a black sack |
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And in the back of the black S-U - ever since I was a test tube baby |
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I been sicker than Reservoir Dogs with the rabies |
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Just - smother it in gravy it'll work for me - but you forgot |
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Niggaz better pay me I don't work for free |
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Mix the O-8 and the gin and I'm like Hercules |
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Bout to - hurt your knees with these two two-threes |
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Make you hop like - Ju Ju Bees right off the mother****in' canvas |
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Its like liver and chitlins you niggaz can't stand this |
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I deliver the rip spit shit - that get ridda bitch quick shit |
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Hit niggaz with tips and split shit in half like citrus |
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And I dips dips - to the honeycomb - money gone |
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Now these niggaz mad 'cause I own shit and release my own shit |
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And got chrome grips and hollow tips - pointed at your face |
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Open your mouth - straight - ointment to the face |
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[Chorus] |
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Cause my mind ain't right - I got personal issues |
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues |
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues |
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues |
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Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby |
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With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery |
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Six minutes to get in and out - play time |
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Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin' |
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Shhhh |